Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-07-10

"Let the prisoner be removed, and let d
man ride iall speed to the empty house ON
the hillside, where the Englishman with
the red beard used to live, NJ hOur thus
| side of WakkerstroOm, and bring back with
him the clergyman he will find waiting
there, that the prisoner may be offered his
ministrations. Also let two men be set to
dig the prisoners grave in tine burial-place
at the back of the house"
The guards laid their hands upon the old
mans shoulders, and he turned and went
with them without q word. Bessie watched
him 20, through her crack in the wall, till
the dear old head with its fringe of white
hairs and the bent frame were no more
visible, aud then, at last her faculties,
benumled and exhausted by the hor,
rors she WAS passing through, gave out,
and she fell forward IN n faint, there upon
the Sacks
Meanwhile Muller was writing the
death-warrant on 4 sheet Of his pocket
book. At the foot he left o spa for his
own signature, but he did not sign 1t, for
reasons Of his own. What he did do was
to pass it round to be countersigued by all
who had formed the court in this mock
trial, his object being 10 implicate every
man there present In the judicial murder
by the direct and ineontrosertible evidence
OF his sign.manual. Now, Beers are simple
pastoral folk, but they are not quite 50
simple ~ not to see through u move like
this, and thereon followed q very instruc-
tive little scene. They had, TO a man,
been willing enough to give their verdict
for the old mans execution, but they were
by no means ready to reeord it in black
and white. As w rs ever they under
stood the object OF their feared and re,
spected commandment, \ general desire
manifested itself to make themselves re-
speetiFely and collectively scarce. Sud,
denly they found that they had business
outside, snd something like a general ut,
tempt at n bolt ensued. Several of them
had already tumbled of their extemporiEed
Jury box, and, headed by the redoubtable
Hans, were approaching the entrance to
the wagon-house, when Frank Muller per.
ssiyed their design, and reared out in q
voice OF thunder:
stop! Not s hiap leaves this place till
the warrant is signed"
Instantly the men halted, and began to
look innocent and converse.
Hans Coetzee, come here and sign"
said Mailsr again, whereon that un-
fortunate advanced with as good 3 grace as
he could muster, murmuTns TO himself
curses, not loud but,deep, upon the head
Of that devil of a man, Frank Auller.p
However, there MA no help for il, so,
with a siekiy smile, he pm. his name to
the fatal document in big, shsky letters.
Then Muller called another nan, who in
stantly tried to get ont of it on the ground
that his education had been neglected and
that he could not write, an excuse that
awaited MIN little, for Frank Muller quietly
wrote his came for him. leaving a space
for his marx. After that there was no
more trouble. and in i've Esiagtes the en-
tire back of the warrant was covered yith
the scrawling signatures Of the various
meahers of the court
One By ops the men went, till at last
Muller was left ai0ae. SeSted there on the
saw-beneh, his head sunk upon has breast,
holding the warrant in n hand, while
with the other he stroked his golden beard.